I’le have my celler lockt, no school kept there,
      Nor no discovery.  I’le turn my drunkards,
      Such as are understanding in their draughts,
      And dispute learnedly the whyes and wherefores,
      To grass immediatly, I’le keep all fools,
      Sober or drunk, still fools, that shall know nothing,
      Nothing belongs to mankind, but obedience,
      And such a hand I’le keep over this Husband.
196]

Altea: 

      He will fall again, my life he cryes by this time,
      Keep him from drink, he has a high constitution.

      [Enter Leon.]

Leon: 

      Shall I wear my new sute Madam?

Margarita: 

      No your old clothes,
      And get you into the country presently,
      And see my hawks well train’d, you shall have victuals,
      Such as are fit for sawcy palats Sir,
      And lodgings with the hindes, it is too good too.

Altea: 

      Good Madam be not so rough, with repentance,
      You see now he’s come round again.

Margarita: 

      I see not what I expect to see.

Leon: 

      You shall see Madam, if it shall please your Ladyship.

Altea: 

      He’s humbled,
      Forgive good Lady,

Margarita: 

      Well go get you handsom,
      And let me hear no more.

Leon: 

      Have ye yet no feeling? 
      I’le pinch ye to the bones then my proud Lady.

[Exit.

Margarita: 

      See you preserve him thus upon my favour,
      You know his temper, tye him to the grindstone,
      The next rebellion I’le be rid of him,
      I’le have no needy Rascals I tye to me,
      Dispute my life:  come in and see all handsom.

Altea: 

      I hope to see you so too, I have wrought ill else.
          
                                                     [Exeunt.

      [Enter Perez.]

Michael Perez: 

      Shall I never return to mine own house again? 
      We are lodg’d here in the miserablest dog-hole,
      A Conjurers circle gives content above it,
      A hawks mew is a princely palace to it,
      We have a bed no bigger than a basket,
      And there we lie like butter clapt together,
      And sweat our selves to sawce immediately,
      The fumes are infinite inhabite here too;
      And to that so thick, they cut like marmalet,
      So various too, they’l pose a gold-finder,
      Never return to mine own paradise?
197] Why wife I say, why Estifania.

Estifania [within]: 

      I am going presently.

Michael Perez: